Of all I have felt
And all that I have delt
I seek nothing
But simple reasons
To keep me sane
At harms away
To explain
All of this pain
As sufferance
Lives within
An aching soul
Of blackened holes
Perceiving every day
As my last day
A suicidal mind
Peeking to find
That every breath
Is simply a morbid test
Of patience
Towards impatience
In this world , have I forgotten
What I have gotten
My will to live
My reasons to stay
YOU ARE READING
Lonely souls
PoetryPoems written about the sufferance of having to live with mental health issues.
